"Druk, no! Don't do it! There is no reason to kill!" Bada proclaimed.
I disagreed. The trouble this imposter, this fool, had put us through was enough for strict punishment. Psycho! Indeed! What a stupid name!
While he was on his knees in the middle of the arctic, cold air blasting with Jacob, his twin brother taking refuge in the circle of fire I created, I held the unconscious little man by the throat and with a burning of hate my temples, the red splotches, burned into my brain, glowing like fire embers.
"Bada. Listen to me. This trash does not deserve to be among us, and to have brought us such grief! Aiding the demons! Teleporting to the outer dimension at the will of his master! Fooling Nidar, and hiding his master Zelda from us. Death would serve this scum well!" I sternly announced.
